It Is Dreadful The Way

In The Unceasing Ebb And Flow Of Justice And Oppression We Must All Dig Channels As Best We May, That At The Propitious Moment Somewhat Of The Swelling Tide May Be Conducted To The Barren Places Of Life.

If The Underdog Were Always Right, One Might Quite Easily Try To Defend Him. The Trouble Is That Very Often He Is But Obscurely Right, Sometimes Only Partially Right, And Often Quite Wrong; But Perhaps He Is Never So Altogether Wrong And Pig-headed And Utterly Reprehensible As He Is Represented To Be By Those Who Add The Possession Of Prejudices To The Other Almost Insuperable Difficulties Of Understanding Him.

Private Beneficence Is Totally Inadequate To Deal With The Vast Numbers Of The City's Disinherited.

What After All, Has Maintained The Human Race On This Old Globe Despite All The Calamities Of Nature And All The Tragic Failings Of Mankind, If Not Faith In New Possibilities, And Courage To Advocate Them?

The Identification With The Common Lot Which Is The Essential Idea Of Democracy Becomes The Source And Expression Of Social Ethics. It Is As Though We Thirsted To Drink At The Great Wells Of Human Experience, Because We Knew That A Daintier Or Less Potent Draught Would Not Carry Us To The End Of The Journey, Going Forward As We Must In The Heat And Jostle Of The Crowd.